Page 71 of Which Witch is Willing?
Killian moved to her side and spread one wing around his woman and baby. “I’ll never let anything happen to you or Violet, okay? We’ve proven you’re immortal, and with my blood flowing through Violet, she is, too. You can’t die, and if someone were to take either one of you, I’d search to hell and back to find you.”
Tierra blinked wet lashes several times and leaned into him.
He lifted Violet from her mother’s arms, held her close to his to face, and grinned. “Look at you stealing souls already. Papa’s proud of you.”
Violet cooed, obviously a daddy’s girl.
Aerin rolled her eyes. “Now that we have all that sappy bullshit out of the way, we need to think about what the hell we’re going to do with Lucy. Her reign is over, and she needs to come to an end. I say the sooner, the better.”
Claire couldn’t agree more. “Let’s give Tierra today to settle. The rest of us can think overnight and meet tomorrow with possible solutions.”
Moira brightened. “I could cook up some jambalaya for dinner tomorrow night. I promise you’ll love it.”
Aerin regarded her water witch sister. “As long as no frog’s legs are involved.”
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Dru woke the next morning to find Claire slumbering next to him, his arm draped across her waist, and he smiled. Their naked bodies fit together like two halves of a whole.
He couldn’t believe almost a year had passed since he’d first caught sight of her at the airport. She’d been so attractive…and also his target. He’d been born to kill her.
He wondered, if she’d known that day how lethal he was and how many men he’d killed, if she would have confronted him as she had, or if she would have hightailed it out of there.
Wouldn’t have mattered, he decided. He would have tracked her down until he got what he wanted. Fortunately, what he ended up wanting washer.
He couldn’t imagine what life would be like if he’d listened to his head instead of his heart. He wouldn’t be bonded to her as he was, he forever hers, and she forever his.
Hell, he couldn’t have imagined having a woman in his life period. Now, here they were entwined after a heated night, where their bodies and hearts had melded them into one.
Claire stirred, and he quickly closed his eyes, lest she catch him with emotional tears in his eyes.Wardid not cry.
She trailed a fingertip across his thick forearm, and he struggled to keep from reacting to the rush of power he received from her touch. She’d told him once how hard it had been for her to grow up without family. A lost orphan who’d searched desperately for someone to love her.
And Dru had found her, bringing an end to loneliness for both of them.
Yes, he’d had his Horseman brothers, along with countless women who temporarily filled the void. He’d seen and done many things throughout the centuries, but none of it compared to how Claire filled that bottomless ache in his soul.
She lifted a finger to his lips and lightly traced them. Resulting shivers coursed through his veins and left him hard with need.
Unable to pretend sleep any longer, he cracked an eyelid. “What are you up to, Fire witch?”
“Nothing,” she replied in a teasing tone that still held the dregs of sleep.
Dru shifted, slipping a muscular thigh between her legs and against the warmth of her core. She squirmed, and he sighed with satisfaction as he propped himself up on one elbow.
Her gaze traveled to the tribal tattoo on his bicep, and her finger followed. She drew along the thick black lines, rekindling the low fire smoldering in his veins.
“Am I immortal, Dru?”
Her question jerked him from the sexy place his mind had wandered, and he resented the distraction. Her thoughts, on the other hand, appeared to be somewhere other than her bedchamber and him.
She frowned. “Exactly how long will I live, Dru? We’re bonded, so does that make me immortal like Tierra?”
Hell if he knew. “Uh…”
“I don’t feel any different,” she said, not waiting for more of a response from him. “So maybe I’m not. Though Killian had said Tierra wouldn’t have known either if her life hadn’t been challenged.”
She shifted her gaze to him, and he worked to formulate an answer that would satisfy her. “Truth is, I don’t know.”
